In the morning, Zhou Ze woke up, went downstairs, took a shower as usual, and then sat down on the window sofa position he was used to.

Yingying brought coffee and handed over the ironed newspaper.

At this time, Xu Qinglang also walked downstairs.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Whatever, I don't have a very good appetite."

"Then cook the little ravioli."

"Hmm."

Xu Qinglang turned around and went into the kitchen,

Zhou Ze picked up his coffee,

took a sip,

"Smack",

Raised the newspaper and shook it,

Brittle ears and beautiful sounds.

Zhou Ze believes that this is one of the most beautiful sounds in life.

Outside, black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it,

But inside,

It's still a small bridge and flowing water.

It's like living your own little life and caring about national affairs, after blowing the cowhide, you still have to get up early in the morning to go to the vegetable market to buy fresh and cheap vegetables the next day.

Yingying sat opposite Zhou Ze, holding her mobile phone in her hand, as if she was watching some video.

There was a very depressing and eerie tune in the video, and the warbler looked at it but laughed out loud.

Zhou Ze was curious, put down the newspaper, and asked:

"What are you looking at?"

"Magic, boss, I feel like the audience is really cooperative."

"Magic?"

Yingying pointed the phone screen at Zhou Ze and clicked to play it again.

In the video, it is a very familiar stage background, with a slightly greasy painting style, and when the host's voice sounds, everything is too recognizable, and later the host performed a sketch and became a household name.

"This is, Spring Festival Gala, right?"

"Spring Festival Gala?" The warbler is a little unclear.

The video begins to continue, with a man walking to the center of the stage and placing two toads on the ground, followed by a man stepping on the two toads with his feet only in his socks.

"Dear audience friends, next, our Qigong master is about to do his work, please wait and see!"

"Secluded, secluded, secluded.................."

It's a bit like the background music of chatting fast,

It gives people a mysterious and mysterious feeling.

Shaoqing,

The master took a mouthful of water in his mouth,

Spray at the red brick in front of you,

The red bricks are cracked directly!

The audience below applauded warmly, and the host was amazed incredibly!

When the master took a few steps back,

The camera immediately captured the two toads that had been stepped on by the master before,

The two toads can still continue to crawl around alive,

The audience exclaimed again and applauded wildly!

The next program is a bit similar to the appearance of "bone shrinking gong", drilling the cage in and out, the metal frame of the cage may be elastic, but it takes a lot of strength to break it open, and at first let a few children wearing red scarves go up to test, but they can't get in.

After the two qigong masters went in, the speed was very fast, and they went in as soon as they collided, and they came out again after they hit again.

With the background music and the host's exclamatory words,

The scene was still extremely enthusiastic, and the applause was thunderous.

From the eyes of modern people, this is nothing more than a very common trick, but in those days, it was able to enter the house and be crowned with the title of master.

"Boss, this magic trick is so boring, but the background music and the host's voice are really funny."

"Well, in the beginning, magic was not called magic, it was called qigong."

"Qigong?"

"Yes, qigong, or it can also be called a special function."

"So, boss, do the viewers in the video really treat them as masters? And that kind of great master? ”

"Well, yes."

"People were so stupid back then."

Even the warblers from the Qing Dynasty don't believe in this thing.

"Those who believe are only a small fraction." Zhou Ze said.

"What about most of it?"

"Pretend to be blind there."

"Breakfast, what are you talking about?" Xu Qinglang came out of the kitchen.

The wontons are wrapped before, adjust the soup base and then put the small wontons in, and they will be out of the pot soon.

Two drops of sesame oil, a pinch of green onion and coriander, with an appropriate amount of condiments,

It tasted so delicious.

Xu Qinglang came out with three bowls,

Zhou Ze got up, sat down at the table, picked up the spoon, and began to eat.

Xu Qinglang sat down opposite Zhou Ze and ate one bite at a time.

"Still no news." Xu Qinglang said with some concern.

It's obviously so close, but the insecurity caused by the enemy's darkness and self-light is indeed very torturous, and the most important thing is that this time his master, compared with the last time, seems to know the truth of forbearance better.

He hoped that his master could kill directly like last time, whether it was a blessing or a curse, and a disaster that could not be avoided, but what does it mean to hang like this?

"I don't think it's the first time to worry about it."

Zhou Ze bit a wonton down, took a sip of soup, took out a tissue, and wiped his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Xu Qinglang asked.

Zhou Ze pointed to the third bowl next to him,

The bowl of wontons was quietly placed there, and the warbler didn't eat it, and Xu Qinglang didn't prepare it for the warbler.

"Didn't you notice that this morning, it was a little deserted?"

What about monkeys?

What about the old way?

What about black chicks?

What about the white fox?

There are also a few ghosts on the other side of the bookstore, and they also come to eat together.

On weekdays, when I knocked on the basin at the meal, I sat down like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Today,

Why is it so quiet?

Xu Qinglang put down the spoon.

"Yingying, go to the vegetable garden next door and have a look."

"Okay, boss."

"Then I'll go up and have a look." Xu Qinglang walked up the stairs.

After a while, Yingying came back first, and said with a heavy face: "Boss, there is no one in the vegetable garden, even Deadpool is gone." ”

Xu Qinglang then walked down and said, "There is no bedroom upstairs that is anyone." ”

Half a night's time,

So many employees in the bookstore disappeared at once.

Boss Zhou didn't think that he was squeezing the employees too hard, so these employees collectively abandoned themselves and ran away.

However, after thinking about it,

Zhou Ze's fingers gently hooked,

"Buzz!"

A swift wind swept in,

In a blink of an eye

The sloth-like flower fox marten was lying on Zhou Ze's shoulder, and he was rubbing his ass with one of his meat paws.

It hurts~~

Zhou Ze smiled, stretched out his hand and flicked it on the head of the flower fox mink,

"You're still there."

Xu Qinglang stood in place, his face gloomy.

Zhou Ze shook his head, lit a cigarette, and said slowly:

"How can I have a feeling that I haven't grown at all, last time it was like this, and this time it's the same, it's all after someone else makes a move, I don't realize it later."

I remember the last time I was in the office of the Internet café Qu Mingming,

The warbler desperately wanted to alert herself.

Fortunately, one thing worth consoling is that the warbler is still standing by her side in a dignified manner.

From a more selfish point of view, other people, uh-huh, it's just uh-huh;

As long as the warbler is fine, Zhou Ze can withstand it, and he will not feel that this day has collapsed.

Zhou Ze admits that this feels very selfish, but what can be done?

A bowl of water is still difficult to level, let alone the distance of people?

"I think it's not that we haven't grown, but that we're not growing as fast as him." Xu Qinglang said.

"This self-comfort, give you 100 points."

Zhou Ze stood up, stretched, and continued:

"What's that going to do next?"

Zhou Ze and Lao Xu didn't discuss what happened to those missing people.

Are they still alive, are they dead?

Because there's no point in discussing this now.

"Boss, it's snowing outside again."

Yingying pointed out the floor-to-ceiling window and said.

It's snowing,

It's just sleet,

And the rain doesn't seem to be small.

Snow is a very interesting thing for young people living in many places, and "sleet" is a very distressing term.

It gives you hopes and fantasies about snow, but it often extinguishes the idea of building a snowman.

"Is this his turn yet? Or, is it to leave a few of our key hateful objects alone, trying to play some perverted things? ”

Xu Qinglang didn't answer, silently walked to the door of the bookstore and stood.

Zhou Ze shrugged,

In fact, one thing he didn't know was that

If it weren't for the old way,

The truth that led to hell cut off the process,

Maybe the current Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang have long been "blinded".

…………

a tricycle,

Slowly pushed across the road,

There are a lot of pictures on the tricycle,

The coachman is an old man,

He didn't get too close to the bookstore, and stopped under the street lamp on the side of the road.

Xu Qinglang's eyes stared at him.

The coachman bent down,

took off his black cap,

I showed the hairstyle of the regional support center,

A slight pause,

As if deliberately brewing emotions,

The expression on his face gradually changed from indifference just now to warmth,

With excitement,

With joy,

With kindness,

It's so stiff that it looks like pulling the skin off your face,

I re-glued it with a new one.

Then open your arms,

Tiptoe up slightly,

"Ahhh............h

It's a wheat test.

The wheat trial is over,

The old man's expression was vivid, and his voice opened his arms emotionally and shouted affectionately to Xu Qinglang who was standing at the door:

"In vain,

The master wants to kill you! ”

This scene,

reminded Zhou Ze of the host in the video he watched before, and the first thing he said every year at the Spring Festival Gala was: Dear viewers and friends, I want to kill you!

Xu Qinglang was excited Zhou Ze didn't know,

Xu Qinglang had tears in his eyes Zhou Ze stood behind him and couldn't see it.

But what Zhou Ze can see is that

Xu Qinglang took the initiative to walk towards the old man,

The pace is fast,

It can be seen that Lao Xu can't wait.

The smile on the old man's face was even brighter, like the bloom of a hawthorn flower.

Xu Qinglang threw himself into the arms of the old man,

There is no "boom",

Master, I miss you so much, my little fist beats your chest,

Lao Xu's way of expressing his feelings is more simple and rude,

He drew his sword,

stabbed directly into his master's chest,

And then

Pull it out,

Poke it in again,

Pull it out,

Poke it in again,

Cycle

Sincere feelings,

The action is intense,

The love between master and apprentice is deep, but that's it.